At which age is one too old to keg race?
Sunday, Jul 20 2008

I’m not talking about the kind of keg race during which you binge drink. That’s so dangerous.

This story is a few weeks old, but I’m glad that I FINALLY have enough free time to post something! Here we go:

We were celebrating Beth’s return to Boston, so we decided to go out in style. We dressed up, met up at my place and headed to the T.

Classy, no? 🙂

About halfway to the T from my house, we came across a yard filled with college students. We heard everyone cheering, so naturally, we started clapping along and yelling, “Chug! Chug! Chug!” without even knowing what was taking place.

And then we saw that a guy was walking on a keg, the way that a cartoon character might run on a log submerged in water. We started laughing — it was so random! And I have never seen anything like that taking place in my neighborhood, much less between my house and the T!

The guys saw us watching and brought us over. And several of them were VERY handsome.

“I’ve lived here for a year and a half,” I told the most attractive of the bunch, “and I’ve never seen anything like this taking place.” It was pretty impressive — the entire yard was crawling with people.

“Oh, we just moved in,” he told me. “That’s why.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Want to try?”

“NO. No, no, no, NO no no no no.”

They kept insisting. We kept refusing — we were in short skirts and heels!

Well, after a while, an urge takes over.

I sucked in a deep breath and as Frank the Tank once did, decided, “I’ll do one! I’ll do one.”

My friends thought I was crazy.

HA!!! AMAZING!!! I only made a few steps and I held onto the guy the whole time (I was terrrified of falling on my ass and cracking my tailbone), but it was a lot of fun.

And then Beth decided to step up.

And the dismount!

(I’m glad Beth survived. Beth is living proof of Murphy’s Law, and the craziest things happen to her. She even wrote her college essay about it.)

So here we are, ranging from ages 22-24, and still hanging out at keg parties. But who cares? We’re in our twenties! We’re having adventures! We’re indulging in the unexpected, and every minute is FANTASTIC!

I told the guys to give me a call sometime. Nobody said, “Sure, what’s your number?” and I took that as a sign to leave.